The Golden age which never was for Friend DonaldA Poem by Poeticpiersnarrative verse
The golden age which never was
Trebizond the fabled city. Where everything was fair and just. Lost to mankind, more's the pity Torn apart by greed and lust. It seems that Mankind's doomed to be discontented for evermore. Because he is too proud to see he has enough and needs no more. He has sufficient for his needs but he is never satisfied. His discontentment sows the seeds for lasting peace to be denied. What you have got he wants to take by any means he can employ. His lust and greed he cannot slake and what he has he can't enjoy. He has to guard it constantly. He is afraid the he might lose his treasure to some enemy. Although it is of little use. For wealth cannot buy happiness. Dissatisfied he pursues more. He cannot understand that less His peace of mind might well restore. He is condemned by his own greed to amass more than he can use. Acquisition is his creed He does not see that he could choose. To be content with what he has and does not need to strive for more But sadly he will not: Alas the systems rotten to the core. Mammon rules the world today. The cult of the celebrity to ostentatiously display. What you have gained dishonestly. I would we could regain again The values which our forebears knew. An honest man was valued then and what he promised he would do. Today this rule does not apply It is acceptable to lie deny responsibility and not incur a penalty .08/05/2009 http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers © 2009 PoeticpiersReviews
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1 Review Added on June 14, 2009 AuthorPoeticpiersNear Durham city UK, United KingdomAbout72years, young married. Ex police officer Ex social worker. interests Reading and writing poetry Painting and drawing in coloured pencil avid reader,sci fi fantasy crime. comparitive religion and esp... more..Writing
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